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« on: January 01, 2017, 09:39:15 PM »

WARNING!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex.  This particular story features characters under the age of 18.  If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person.  If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.  This story is fiction and does not depict any actual person, business or event.

"Happy New Year"  by brokenwing 

Mf, forced first kiss under age characters

I was so excited.  This was going to be the first year that I was going to be allowed to celebrate New Year's Eve.  Every prior year I had to stay home with a babysitter and only watch New Year's celebrations on TV, but not this year my parents were going to a house party at my father's brother's house (my Uncle) and for the first time I was going to be allowed to join my cousin Patty.  Apparently Patty was allowed to hang out with her neighbors who shot off fireworks to ring in the New Year.

As we were getting ready to head to my Uncle's home I was a little disappointed by the dress my mother suggested I wear as it just looked like a typical dress a girl my age would wear.  I tried desperately to convince my mother to let me wear the dress I wore to the last school dance but she thought it was too short and the temperature too cold for a sleeveless above knee dress.  To my disappointment I left our house wearing what my mother had selected for me.

When we arrived in my Uncle's neighborhood it was obvious there were New Year parties going to happen as the streets around his home were parked full of cars.  We headed into their home and it already had several people visiting and talking so I was able to tell my mother goodbye for the last time that evening.  Little did I know I would not see her again till New Year's Day and I would be a very different person then.

I found my cousin Patty and she immediately commented on my dress.  So the first thing we did was open her closet and begin to search for something different for me to wear.  Patty is three years older then I and a bit taller and a little thicker.  The first several things I tried on didn't fit but eventually she had me try on a black blouse that had satin laces down the back that tightened and tied like a corset.  On her the shirt would have had a fairly large gap showing a lot of bare back flesh but on me it cinched tight but left a two inch gap down the back.  She told me it looked cute and took a photo and I thought it liked cute too.

I had to try on more skirts to something that fit okay but we finally decided on a black three layer tiered skirt.  She said she had not worn the skirt for a few years and the best part was it had a tie string.  It actually had been made to wear lower on the hips but with the tie string she was able to tie it tight higher on my waist making it appear much shorter on my thighs.  I was surprised when she found a thin 1-inch wide black leather choker that buckled in the back and she suggested I wear it to go with the black top. 

The shoes I had worn were just basic ballet flats and she searched through her closet and found a pair of black lace up ankle boots.  I tried a few other pairs of her shoes but she wore a larger shoe size.  The ankle boots, since they had laces while they were a bit large once laced tightly they helps snug on my feet.  The only thing I didn't like is they were a very high heel and I had not been really wearing heels much so I had to get use to walking in them.  I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked very different in Patty's clothes then I had in what my mother had selected for me to wear. 

The last thing Patty changed is she took the time to braid my hair into two French braids one on each side of my head.  She then pinned those braids up into my hair in essence giving me a French braid bun.  I had never worn my hair up like that but with the shirt and my hair up it made my shoulders and neck very visible and really drew attention to the choker around my neck.  With that we made our way out of her house and walked down the street to the front yard of a house three houses down.  There was already a gathering of what I would call young adults, not kids because it appeared to be a mix of both college aged and high school aged people.  There were only a few middle school or younger age kids.

There were speakers outside and top forty music playing and it felt like a fun atmosphere.  I have to admit with my bare back other then the crisis cross of the satin lacing and the short layered skirt I felt a bit cold.  I also had to really pay attention to where I was walking as I was not use to walking in a spike heel and also did not want to step into a hole.

As the out door party continued to build in sound and number of attendees.  Patty and I were dancing with a group of people she knew.  She was the only person there I knew.  But the music was great and we were having fun dancing.  I danced with a variety of guys some younger and a few older.  There was food and drink in the house where we were partying at and eventually Patty and I made our way into the house and made plates of a variety of things to eat. 

As it got closer to midnight some of the guys started setting off fireworks and they were bright and loud.  It was both fun and amazing to watch.  While watching fireworks someone was going around with green, orange and red mellow in little plastic cups.  I'm typically don't care to eat jello but I was handed a red one and tried it and not too long after was handed a green one and later had an orange one.

I started to feel silly and fun and only found out later that they were not just food jello but Jell-O shots. 

The older guy I had danced with earlier told me his name was Derrick and he started teaching me how to set off some of the fireworks and it was fun.  With all the loud music and fireworks and so many people I started losing sight of Patty more.  By eleven I no longer could see her or had any idea where she was.  That older guy Derrick managed to stay around me and I was having fun with him helping me to set off more fireworks. 

The later it was getting the more the temperature was decreasing and I started feeling cold.  I regretted mentioning that to Derrick because once I did he started being more physical with me and would stand behind me often and put his arms around me.  Not knowing till the next day that the jello was not just food jello I continued to eat the Jell-O shots until I had no clue how many I had consumed.  I also realized that Derrick was getting them for me and draped onto me almost continuously.

Derrick and I switched between setting off fireworks and dancing but as it got later we were inseparable.  I don't think I noticed it the first few times he did so but at one point while I was setting off a firework bending over to place it in the launcher I noticed Derrick right behind me bending over me and felt one of his hands on my side and I felt a few of his fingers inside the choker and he pulled me back to my feet using both his hands once I lit the fuse for the firework.  I didn't say anything that time as it did easily aid me back to my feet but for just a short second it cut off my air.

The second time I really noticed it we were dancing and he kept moving closer up against me then I really wanted since it was an up tempo song but while facing me he put both his arms over my shoulders.  As I tried to move back a bit so I could dance freely Derrick hooked each of his thumbs into the choker.  Again I said nothing in protest but gave into his will and let him pull my body against him as we danced.  For a moment I hoped it was maybe more of and accident but as the song continued I felt his thumbs really push fully under the thin leather and it made me a bit anxious as with both the thumbs inside the choker it had it very snug on the throat. 

But I tried to blow it off and just have fun.  I wasn't really sure how it happened with the music dancing and fireworks but as the party continued I found myself hanging out and dancing just with Derrick.  I didn't really choose that, nor would I, I was sure Derrick was not in high school.  If I had to guess he was probably ten years older than me.  But with the Jell-O shots, fireworks and dancing I found myself almost exclusively with him.  I didn't really know anyone else and had not seen Patty for over an hour. 

I also just didn't have the maturity how to get away from a guy like Derrick.  I slowly was realizing that for quite a while now he was in constant physical contact with me where an arm over my shoulder, around my waist, a hand resting on my shoulder and more frequently his hand on the back of my neck with one or two finger under the choker.  I started looking around for Patty more but never saw her. 

As it was getting closer to midnight I knew the New Year's tradition was to kiss at midnight so I was surprised and relieved when Derrick asked me if I wanted to go in the house for some food.  I was hungry and hoped it might get me out of the midnight kiss so I agreed.  As we went into the house I realized most of the party goers had made their way outside to see the fireworks.  We passed a few guys Derrick knew and he introduced me to them and mentioned we were going to get something to eat.  One of the guys mentioned to Derrick almost being out of Lite Beer. 

Derrick and I made our way into the kitchen and he found a tray of fresh fruit and chocolate dip.  Derrick asked me if I wanted some fruit and being hungry I quickly agreed but when I reached to take one Derrick grabbed my wrist and pulled it behind my back and laughed.  Playfully I reached with my other hand but Derrick quickly grabbed hold of that wrist and also pulled it behind my back smiling down at me. 

He then held both my wrists in one of his hands much easier then I would have thought.  What he did next scared me some.  A phone charger was plugged into and outlet and he unplugged it with his free hand.  He then took the cord and started to wrap my wrists.  I was surprised he was able to bind them together and I'm sure I looked nervous.

But he just smiled a big smile and took hold of a strawberry dipped it in chocolate and put it to my lips.  I took a bite and it tasted wonderful.  He then dipped it again but before putting it to my mouth touched chocolate on the tip of my nose.  He then fed me the strawberry.

He then took a grape, dipped it in chocolate and moved it to my mouth but at the last second touched it on my chin before feeding it to me.  He then picked up a pineapple, dipped it in chocolate, moved it towards my mouth but circled it around nod my face and quickly touched it first on one cheek, then the other before feeding it to me. 

I was surprised when he then started looking through the kitchen drawers until he found a kitchen t-towel.  He then turned me towards the counter and to my surprise started wrapping the t-towel around the phone cord and my wrists.  I winced a bit and told him that hurt as the towl tightened the phone cord into my writs more.

Without saying anything about the towel or the photo he cord he asked me, "Did you hear John mention we need more Lite Beer?  Will you help me get more?"

His question caught me off guard so I was confused and joked, "Yeah but I'm a bit tied up right now."

He laughed and added, "Just let me worry about that.  Will you help me?"

I nodded to which he smiled and took hold of my bound wrists and we walked down a hall.  In the hall he stopped at a door and opened it and there was a stairwell down.  Before I could think or say anything I felt his fingers hook under the choker again and he guided me onto the first step by the choker and my wrists and I felt a steady push that left me no choice but to walk down the steps. 

When I had walked five steps down I heard the door close and I felt my stomach getting sick but before I could think of anything I could do we had made it down the full staircase.

The entire time in the kitchen, while eating the fruit I could easily hear the music from outside as well as the loud popping of fireworks.  But besides the very cool air in the basement the complete silence sent shivers down my spine.  I had a moment of hope as I saw a few cases of Lite Beer in fact he walked me right over to it.  He then turned my shoulders till I was facing him and gently shoved me till I sat on the beer cases.  To my surprise he then kissed the chocolate off the tip of my nose.  He then kissed the chocolate off of each cheek where he had dabbed it.  He then smiled at me.

I was more surprised when for just a moment he stepped away from me leaving me sitting on the beer cases over to a wall.  He then returned with a long rope looking thing.  As my eyes were looking at it trying to figure out what it was he reached one end of it behind me and I heard a click noise as he attached what I realized was a leash onto the buckle of the choker. 

He then let go of the leash and it just hung down in front of my body.  He then stepped very close to me put his fingers under my chin and said one word, "Kiss."

But before I could think he pushed his mouth to mine and kissed my mouth very hard. 

First he just pushed his lips very hard against mine and I could feel first his lips pressing against mine but quickly he pushed his tongue against my closed lips.

Again before I could think much about what was happening I felt his thumb push Unser the thin leather choker but this time it wasn't gentle.  His thumb hooked the choker and caused it to tighten very tight cutting off my ability to take in any air.  Once again I felt his tongue push hard against my lips.  When it did and with feeling my air cut off something told me to open my mouth.

The moment I did his tongue thrust into my mouth but his thumb also released the pull on the choker and once again I could get air.  Instinct took hold and I quickly opened my mouth wide to pull in air.  I was shocked how hard and deep he could push his mouth against mine and I felt his tongue lick deep into my mouth.

I had a pretty good idea what French kissing was having seen movies and talked to my friends about it but I had never had more then a small peck of a kiss with a boy.  I was horrified and scared to feel how hard one person could push their mouth against another person's mouth and more shocked how much of the inside of my mouth he wanted to lick and touch with his tongue. 

But while he released the tightness of the pressure of the choker he never released his hold of it so I did what I thought he wanted and kept my mouth wide.

His other hand stroked the side of my face as his tongue explored my mouth.  I felt a few tears escape my eyes but did nothing to resist my first French kiss.

To be continued. . .


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« Reply #1 on: January 01, 2017, 10:25:44 PM »

"Happy New Year" continued  by brokenwing 

Mf, forced oral sex, under age characters

. . .continued.

I don't think before that day I had ever been in shock but to say I was in shock them was an understatement.  It's crazy how the mind works because I just kept thinking "get more Lite Beer."  But of course that was the least important thing happening here.

It was also surreal to me how the events of earlier that evening just seemed to feel like a dream.  The silence in the basement, or at least that's where I assumed we were was incredible.  I could not hear one beat of the music or a single pop of the fireworks.  Only a few minutes earlier I was surrounded by other New Years party goers yet I had never felt so alone or isolated with anyone like I did then.  I kept hoping I would hear the door at the top of the stairs open.  I hoped Patty might come looking for me.

But none of that happened.  The only sounds I heard where the sounds of my first French kiss.  It sounded just like it felt, violating and disgusting.  Yet something told me to try to kiss.  Something inside made me try to comply, to do what he wanted so I nervously tried to kiss back.  I hoped it didn't feel as awkward to him as it did me. 

I'm not sure how long we kissed like that.  It partly felt like it was over quickly but it also felt like it lasted for hours.  I had no idea that it would be the least disgusting thing I would do that night.

When it suddenly came to an end he said one word, "Kneel" and for the first time I felt a very firm pull on the leash attached to my choker as he tugged the leash down.  I think the shock of it all slowed my thought because the next action was the physical action of a hard slap of my face.

The slap caught me so off guard and it seemed to take forever for the pain of the slap to penetrate my mind but it did work because when he once again commanded me, "Kneel" and tugged firm on the leash pulling me by the collar attached around my throat my body followed the tug of the leash, off the cases of beer and onto my knees on the concrete floor.

I'm not sure if it was because of the hardness of the concrete, or how hard he pulled on the leash but my knees hurt from how firm they hit the floor and my face cheek still throbbed from the slap.

The other thing I quickly noticed once again was the cold temperature of the basement.  The concrete felt almost like ice on my bare knees and calves.

I was also caught off guard by his next words and action.  He patted me on top of my head and said, "Good girl."

But I quickly forgot about that when he began to unbuckle his belt, take it completely off, place it over his shoulder and then unbutton and unzip his pants.  While I had barely kissed a boy I knew what was going to happen next and as I predicted he took out his cock.

Other than for a toddler I baby sat and in passing and disgust seeing porn on a friend's computer I had never seen a guy's cock before and to me it looked huge and disgusting.

He surprised me when he told me to close my eyes and it made me very nervous to do as I was told but I did.  And I hated what he did taking advantage of that.

Just like with the chocolate I felt something touch my nose, then my chin, then one cheek followed by the other.  I had heard the term pre-cum before but had never really thought much about it, till that moment.

I could feel the precut on my face, I could smell it and I had to fight not to throw up.  The complete silence in the basement drove me crazy because I think I could even hear his cock as it tapped against my face.  Unlike with the fruit and chocolate that he stopped touching on my face and fed to me, he didn't do that with his cock. . .yet. 

Instead he touched and slid his cock around my face even over my eye lids.  I even felt myself gag just from the mental thought of it. 

But they say be careful what you wish for, I should not have hated him rubbing it around my face because next he pushed it against my lips.

He pushed it against my lips three times but I didn't open.  Finally he said the word, "Open."  I hesitate a moment but not long when I heard the belt slip off his shoulder and to my shock it struck the bare thigh of my right leg.

Before he said the word again I opened my mouth, felt him pat the top of my head again saying, "Good girl" and push the head of his cock into my lips. 

Now not only could I feel, smell and hear his cock moving I could taste it.  I'm not sure why I did it to myself but I had to look too and I opened my eyes.

To say seeing the twenty something, over six foot man standing only inches in front of me looking at pubic hair closer then I had ever imagined, smelling his musky scent, feeling the thickness yet odd softness of the flesh on his cock as it began to push into my mouth was horrifying.  What scared me more was how many inches more there were of cock not yet in my mouth.  Certainly there was no way all of that could fit into my mouth.

Not too many minutes earlier I was having fun dancing and setting off fireworks, but that felt like ages ago compared to the silence of the basement, the silence other than the sounds my mouth started to make.

I felt him take hold of my face with both his hands the leash trapped between my head and one hand.  He adjusted his grip and he held my head firmly and then even knowing what was coming I was horrified as I felt more of his sex begin to fill my mouth. 

Like most girls my age I had thought about giving a guy oral sex and had talked and giggled with my friends about doing so.  But in those thoughts I had always imagined timidly trying with a nervous boy just as unsure about me putting my mouth on his tool as unsure as I was about trying it, but there was nothing unsure about Derrick.

He carefully moved the head of his cock into my mouth moving in a bit, then out just a little then in more.  He continued to do this until the head was fully in my mouth.  When the taste, smell, feeling and sounds became too much and my body needed to gag and cough, he stopped moving but did not pull out letting me gag and cough.  He held still till I composed myself then pulled back a tiny bit and then once again pushed a bit more of his cock into my mouth.

It made my stomach turn when I realized he was leaking even more pre-cum.  I have to admit I was surprise how patiently he was in putting more of it into my mouth.  I have to admit I closed my eyes for much of it as it terrified me to see how much cock was not yet in my mouth.

The ache in my knees grew more intense from kneeling on the cold bare concrete floor but there wasn't much I could do about it. 

To my surprise he did suddenly change things and began to more aggressively move his hips and tighten his hold on my head.  Suddenly he thrust his hips hard, the head of his cock hitting my gag, he held there for just a moment and then pulled his cock completely free from my mouth.

When he did that it made me cough up thick saliva filling my moth with the slick slime combined with his pre-cum.  But the moment I had the foolish hope it was done he tugged hard on the choker, stealing my air and I opened my mouth to gasp for air.  He once again plunged his cock halfway into my mouth and released the tension on the choker.

But then immediately thrusting deep against my gag pushing until I coughed this time he didn't pull completely out but leaving just the head in and more sticky goo filled my mouth.

He then stroked in and out stooping just short of my gag several times the thick goo letting his cock slide much easier. 

The next time he thrust right to the point of my gag he stopped and held there.  When I didn't cough he scared me like I never had imagined and suddenly gripped my head like in a vice and this time pushed his cock past the point of gag.  This time when I coughed all the spittle and mucus I coughed could only escape from my nose through my sinuses.  He waiting for me to stop with two coughs then I felt him somehow manage to push more of his cock past his tongue and into my throat. 

The thickness and gooeyness of the fluids somehow let his cock slide into my throat and it was a horrifying helpless feeling to feel a part of another person's body buried into my mouth and throat like that.  It frustrated me even more as he maintained a steady firm grip on my head and continued to use his weight to push his hips forward and I felt his cock continue to force deeper into my throat.  I then felt him use his arms to firmly wrap around my head and he shuffled his feet as far to my sides as his pants would allow. 

To my sudden surprise i felt first one hair then several touch my nose his grip tightened more until I felt my fave pressed against his pubic bone and stomach.  He gripped my head hard with both arms until I didn't think my face could be any more up against his pubes and stomach.  He held me there like that tight for a could moments and nether of us moved.

He then commanded me to do something I wasn't even sure I could do, "Swallow."  His cock was buried in my mouth and throat deeper than I could ever have imagined what more could he want, how could I swallow?

But he said it again, "Swallow."  I was confused, unsure what he meant not understanding.  But to my horror he once again hooked two finger into the choker and began to tighten it on my neck.  This time there was no hesitation and he tugged the choker tight immediately cutting off my ability to draw air.  "Swallow" he said again more emphatically.  His pull on the choker unrelentlng I could not get any air. 

"Swallow" I heard again my body beginning to squirm trying desperately to draw air but I couldn't.  "How" I thought, "what do you mean?  I'll do whatever it is you want.  Just let me breath."  I felt my body panic more, the thoughts of earlier that evening fading.  The ache in my knees fading, my ability to think, to rationalize fading.  "Swallow" I only partially heard and coukd tell I was close to blacking out. 

But in my hazy state, without over thinking I considered how to swallow and finally even with the painful fullness of my throat thought about drinking water and swallowed.

I heard a groan, I couldn't even tell if it was from he or him but I somehow made my throat move in a swallow.  "Again" I heard and the tightness around my throat released.  Somehow I made myself swallow again.  His cock moved in my throat and it felt like I was swallowing his cock down.  I felt air pull into my nose.  Relief air.  "Swallow" I heard him say again and with little thought, with no resistance or fight I did again what I had learned to do and made my throat swallow.

This time besides feeling like I had somehow pulled his cock down my throat I felt something I could hardly believe I imagined water and I felt fluids go down my throat.

"That's a good girl swallow again and again" he said in a strange sounding tone but I in a very hazy state did and felt fluids go down. 

"Good girl" I heard him say again loosening his grip on my head but stroking my hair.  I then felt like he ripped my stomach out from my throat as he pulled his cock out and let me collapse to the concrete floor. 

"Happy New Year Pet" he said and I realized he had never once said my own name to me. 

To be continued. . .
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« Reply #2 on: January 01, 2017, 10:27:07 PM »

I loved the first part, but for some reason I can not see the print on the second part.  I may have to change my layout.
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« Reply #3 on: January 01, 2017, 10:35:44 PM »

There we go.  Excellent story! loved the detailed writing.  Very good.
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« Reply #4 on: January 01, 2017, 10:55:59 PM »

"Happy New Year" continued  by brokenwing 

Mf, severe spanking, under age characters

. . .continued.

As I laid there on the cold concrete floor my wrists still bound behind my back I coughed up a few times what I thought was the most thick disgusting mucus I ever could imagine.  I watched Derrick find a folding metal chair and a bottle of brown alcohol with a blue label and poor himself a drink and flop down in the chair.  He took a few sips of his drink and just looked at me.  I tried to convince myself to get up and run for the stairs but I still felt myself coughing up fluids.

Finally he commands me, "Get up Pet, you're okay.  Get your ass over here.  I want to see you."

I look up at him and finally manage to get on my side and then sitting on my butt.  I put my feet flat on the floor but in the high heel ankle boots it's not as easy as one would think especially for a girl who never even tried on heels that high before.  But I manage to get to my feet even with my wrists still bound behind my back.

I decide to go for it and run for the stairs.  I'm shocked and excited when I make it to the top even before Derrick gets to his feet.  I have to turn my back to the door to take hold of the handle.  I turn the handle but the door doesn't open I pull and push on the door while holding the handle but it doesn't budge.  He just looks up at me and smiles but then he folds his belt and begins to smack it into his hand. 

"Pet did you just try to run away" he asks still hitting his own hand with the belt?  "Come back down here.  You've been a naughty girl Pet" he adds. 

I tug a few more times on the door to no avail.  Finally I start walking back down the stairs but as I do he gets up from the chair and meets me at the bottom of the stairs.  He takes hold of my hand like we are on a date and walks me over to the folding chair.

He sits down on the folding chair and takes hold of the leash still hooked to the buckle of the choker.  "You've been naughty Pet and need to be punished.  Bend over my knee young lady" he says patting his lap.  Very gently and very slowly he pulled on the leash slowly forcing me to lower my upper body down.  I don't really know why but the next thing I knew I was bent over his lap. 

It was really odd because my heart was pounding and I expected him to quickly start hitting me with the belt but it felt like seconds were minutes.  He started complimenting my skirt and my legs.  Ever so gently he folded up the top layer of the skirt.  He then rubbed my upper thighs.  He then folded up the next layer of my skirt.  Again doing that didn't really expose anything else but he rested his hand on my butt.  He rubbed my thighs and the bottom seem of my panties, the then surprised me my hitting my right thigh hard with the belt but only one hit.

He then folded up the last layer of the skirt exposing the bottom of my panties.  Patty had tried to get me to put on a pair of her thong panties but I turned her down.  Instead I felt the white panties with pink hearts and trim on.  These were not even bikinis but more the panties that a not quite high schooler would wear.  "Cute Pet" Derrick said describing my immature panties. 

He still continued to take his time rubbing one butt cheek directly on the panties with two fingers.  He once again caught me off guard this time hitting my left thigh with the belt.  It stung and made me jerk and I tried to get up off his lap.  "No, no Pet you must accept your punishment" he said in a strangely cold tone. 

I was then more surprised when I felt him take firm hold of my panties and tug them down to just at the base of my bottom.  He then carefully worked the bottom of the skirt up until it was fully around my waist. 

"Pet you were a bad girl and tried to run up the stairs to get away for that you must be punished" he said with an odd confidence.  "The only question my pet is how severely you deserve to be punished" he added very nonchalant.  With that I felt his belt come down hard on my bottom.  It hurt more then I could have imagined. 

"You do not try to turn the door handle pet" he said sternly and then swatted both thighs.
"You do not try to pull the door open Pet" he said as he struck my butt cheeks hard a second time.
He then pushed the waist of the skirt higher on my waist and the moment my lower back was bare he swung the belt across my lower back just above my butt crack and added, "You do not ascend the stairs Pet."  But the moment he finished that statement the belt came down quickly three times in a row directly across my butt cheeks.  It burned and hurt horribly.
"The stairs are off limits to you Pet.  If you touch the stairs you will be severely punished" as he said that he swung the belt five more times.  The first time it hit just above my thighs on the base of my bottom, the second time it hit just at the top of my bottom just at the edge of my butt crack.  The third hit was square across the middle of my bottom.  The fourth hit was once again on my upper thighs and the last his once again was across the center of my bottom. 

Immediately after the last hit he jerked the leash and I found myself standing up.  Tears poured down my cheeks from the harsh spanking.  My panties remained around my thighs but the skirt hung down over my bottom but was up higher around my waist. 

He still held onto the leash and I stood there a moment with my panties down around my waist, my butt, lower back and thighs burning with pain and my throat still very sore from what he did earlier. 

The silence in the basement so quiet.  I no longer had any idea how long I had been here, what time it was or if I would ever be leaving here. 

I looked over at the stairs and at least for the moment had no desire to ever set foot on a single stair again.

To be continued. . .
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« Reply #5 on: January 01, 2017, 11:17:46 PM »

Amazing and intense.
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« Reply #6 on: January 02, 2017, 01:26:08 AM »

"Happy New Year" continued  by brokenwing 

Mf, severe spanking, under age characters

. . .continued.

It surprised me how just the short duration of pain conditioned me to not want to go near the stairs.  But it did something else to my mind that I don't think I fully comprehended, it somehow made me understand that I wasn't leaving this basement any time soon.  Without a clock or window I started losing more any sense of time.  I was sure it was after midnight and New Years but beyond that I was not sure if we had been in the basement for many minutes or several hours.  I hated how much I seemed to respond to his use of the leash and too easily found myself moving this way or that simply by a quick short jerk on the leash.

My butt felt so sore from the harsh spanking by belt but the thoughts or the earlier forced oral once again started to fill my thoughts because of the powerful scents and smells in my sinuses and the taste in my mouth.  But I shouldn't have been surprised when he found a way to once again surprise me he tugged the leash and walked me to a corner of the basement.  There in the corner was a white plastic pickle bucket. 

"That is where you use the toilet now pet.  I want you to squat over the bucket and empty your bladder for me" he said but then quickly added, "if you don't you will be punished more."  As he said that he rubbed the belt hanging over his shoulder.

"That's it now pet, squat over the bucket and then ask me permission to pee" he said in a commanding tone.  With a quick tug on the leash I moved into the corner and squatted over the bucket.  "Ask permission" he reminded me.

 In a very soft tone, feeling a powerful shame I softly asked, "May I go pee?"  "Sir" he said directing me to add the word Sir.  "May I. . . Please go pee" I asked once again. 

"Yes my Pet, you may open your knees wider and pee for me" he said making it just that much more humiliating.  But without him saying it again I pushed my knees apart as I squatted over the white pickle bucket.  It was very embarrassing and difficult to do one of the most private things in front of another person especially an older man, go pee.  But the longer I couldn't go the longer I had to squat like that over the bucket.  It had been a few hours and at the party I had drank quite a bit of water so after not too long I managed to begin to pee. 

When I finished he left me there for a minute or two then let go of the leash and walked to a cabinet.  He returned with what appeared to be toilet paper.  He took it in his hand got right in front of me and then reached between my legs.  To my surprise I felt warm flesh rub over my vaginal lips and his hand rubbed on me there.  He in a soft but stern tone said don't move. 

His hand and fingers continued to move over my lips.  "Hold still" he added sounding more stern and I felt a finger push between my vaginal lips.  "Don't move" he stated firmly and his hand continued to move back and forth over the lips between my legs one of his finger pushing in between them. 

My thighs were growing weary from squatting over the bucket and his steady running was making it harder to not move.  Then to my complete surprise he fingers moved to the very front of my lips and I felt two fingers rub at the top of my sex.  It felt so intense and strange and I couldn't keep still and closed my knees.

He tugged hard on the leash yanking me to my feet and said angrily, "Bad girl."  He let go of the leash walking away from me to a cabinet.  He quickly returned and told me to widen my feet.  He knelt down on one knee for a moment then I felt him move his hands to my sex, his fingers manipulate the flesh there and then the most intense pinch on the most sensitive place on my body I had ever felt.  The pinch sent pain deep into my stomach.  "Bad girl Pet!  Bad girl's deserve punishment" he said very matter of factly. 

He then took very firm hold on the leash and tugged me forward saying, "Heel."  He walked me around the entirety of the basement a not very large room.  He tugged the leash hard making me walk around and around the room while the intense punch on my clit continued to throb.  All the walking around the basement made me panties work down my legs past me knees on to my calves and eventually to my ankles.  He had me stop long enough to step out of the panties first one foot then another.  The minute they were off he started me walking around the room again. 

The pain was intense and it made my eyes tear again.  To my surprise he stopped me and asked, "Have you had enough punishment"?

I quickly replied yes.  He replied with something that surprised me a choice, "Very well Pet, I will remove your punishment if you think you have earned that but if I remove it now your skirt must also come off permanently and you are not permitted to have it back."

It took me a minute to think about what that meant. As I thought about it he once again tugged the leash and made me start walking around.  Every step seemed to intensify the punch on my clitoris and it ached so much deeper into my tummy. 

"Yes Sir please remove my punishment" I said seeming to bring a small smirk to his lips.   

To my surprise he yanked on the leash and made me start walking again.  "Very well pet I will remove your punishment.  But only after you have asked me to permanently remove your skirt." 

"Please Sir will you permanently remove my skirt" I asked as I was instructed. 

The moment I finished asking he stopped walking me and moved behind me.  He untied the tie on the skirt that held it tight around my waist.  He quickly tugged the skirt down and off my hips past my bottom down my legs sand took hold of first one ankle then the other removing the skirt. 

Having already lost my panties I realized by removing the skirt I was now naked from my waist down to the top of the ankle boots. 

He then quickly jerked hard on the leash and got me walking again.  He continued to walk me around the room having not yet removed the intense pain pinching my clitoris. 

I continued to walk several minutes before finally questioning him, "Sir you were going to remove my punishment?" 

He continued to pull me in circles by the leash for a few more rounds before he stopped me, knelt down in front of me and then unclamped the clamp from my clitoris.  I was shocked how intensely that hurt as the blood rushed back into my clit.  I couldn't help bending over in pain. 

He just stood there watching me.  He gave me a few minutes to compose myself then once again tugged the leash and began walking me in circles around the basement,

To be continued. . .
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« Reply #7 on: January 02, 2017, 11:23:48 AM »

"Happy New Year" aka Slave Training 101. Such a great build up of the sexual tension for the reader Brokenwing. Gets better with each additional reading!
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it's only rape if she understand that she has to say no,orates it clearly and sign that she said no!
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« Reply #8 on: January 12, 2017, 11:34:30 AM »

I loved your story very much, especially when Derrick forced it so deep into her mouth and do things I didnt thought possible. Hope to read more of it soon~
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